First posted on Deviantart, but I felt like moving it here. This first chapter is from Kurt's POV, after that it changes to 3rd person...in all honesty this started because of a dream and then because of serious Klaine withdrawal due to glee hiatus... if you take the time to read it thank you! :)
I don't know why I was here. I wasn't invited. I always hated these kinds of parties. It was crowded, the music was blasting, and the football players had just had yet another victory.
There he was, the reason I was here. Blaine Anderson, tall dark and handsome, (well not that tall but short dark and handsome just doesn't have that ring to it.) I watched him from my hidden spot in the shadows. I was, after all, in enemy territory.
He sat on the couch with his best friends, also football players. He was lucky enough to have their popularity rub off on him, but the bullies picked on him too. It was my fault. That day, the first day we met he stood up for me and he's been secretly bullied ever since. He had so much going for him, and 'cause of me the whole school found out he was gay. He didn't seem to mind, but I kept my distance. We were still from separate social circles.
I should just leave before I feel like a stalker again. What is keeping me here? I took one last look at him on the couch oh so far away and headed for the door.
It slammed open and I froze. The new head of the football team, Reggie Gastor, Finn was de- captained the second this guy joined the team. He was a monster in all meanings of the word. I had seen him beat up Blaine before, but right now I was more scared of him literally kicking me out of the party. I backed into the shadows waiting for the coast to be clear. Might as well stare a Blaine again.
I found myself looking at Reggie, he was near Blaine. I felt anger and concern rush through my body. Nothing good ever comes from Reggie.
Ok I won't leave til he leaves Blaine alone. He never did. They talked for a bit, Blaine's friends looked upset, he calmed them and Reggie's henchman were leading Blaine toward the back door. There is nothing but an alley back there. Something is wrong. Reggie looked more suspicious than usual as he followed them outside.
That's when I saw it. The gun, a quick glimpse before he ran to catch up, the back door closed. Before I knew it I was running towards the back door, pushing people out of my way. The music was too loud for any outside sound to come in.
I peeked through the small window on the back door. They were beating him, a situation I usually found myself in. He wouldn't fight back, he never fought back, he just stood there and took it. I wanted to much to turn away, but I knew what I had to do. It didn't matter what happened to me, as long as he was safe.
I saw the gun, without thinking I ran out screaming as high and as loud as I could hoping someone would call the police and I pushed Reggie down with all the force I had. The gun missed but the bullet grazed Blaine's side and he started bleeding. The minions let go of him and he crumpled to the ground barely conscious, he eyes on me.
I will never forget the fear, sadness and compassion I saw mixed in his amber green eyes as I was thrown to the ground. Reggie and his boys were yelling but I was so full of rage I couldn't hear them, they began beating me.
I tried to fight but froze when I heard the gun cock. It was louder than anything. The minions held me back, Reggie aimed the gun at Blaine as he lay there bleeding. I faintly heard something about it being the last bullet. I knew what I had to do.
I stopped struggling and felt the idiot minions loosen their grips. Reggie hissed a list of profane things at Blaine. Those should not be the last words he hears. I let out my high pitched scream again, then screamed "No" as I kicked the minions and jumped in front of Blaine.
The gun went off. I felt the bullet go in, the pain was intense as I collapsed next to Blaine. I felt myself choke a little and watched the angry neanderthals run off.
I gathered what strength I had to turn and look at Blaine, his eyes barely open. Nothing mattered now, I forced my arm to move and twined my fingers in his. I used my remaining strength to squeeze his hand. As the pavement slowly got redder, I stared at the boy who once saved me, the boy who I had watched for so long, the boy that I loved. I felt his hand squeeze back, then I felt nothing at all...
